[ Wherever Molly is when Otome runs into him, he doesn't deserve this.
But it happens, anyway.
She's on her back, one hand on her chest, the other with her fingers weakly grasping at the ground. The air is thick with the smell of blood and smoke and even in her current position, she can see the flames rise higher and higher, joining together and consuming each other.
Worse, as she feebly turns her head to the side, gasping for breath that she can't ever fully pull into her lungs, she sees crumpled bodies. Some, still trying to push themselves up. Some, screaming in agony. A girl with long red hair in a ponytail, shielding a smaller girl, unmoving while the younger girl shoves at her and cries out her name. A young boy, scowl still twisted on his face, practically eviscerated. These people are all precious, all important.
And she can't even lift a finger to help them. She's bleeding out on the chunk of debris she'd been slammed into, feeling the blood pool beneath her and around her, and she knows, without a doubt.
She's going to die. But they-- if they fell here, Arcturus would destroy everyone and everything. If they fell here, "he" would never be able to return and if they fall here...
She's terrified. But it's too late and soon enough, even that emotion is replaced by nothing but darkness. ]
Week 3, Monday
But it happens, anyway.
She's on her back, one hand on her chest, the other with her fingers weakly grasping at the ground. The air is thick with the smell of blood and smoke and even in her current position, she can see the flames rise higher and higher, joining together and consuming each other.
Worse, as she feebly turns her head to the side, gasping for breath that she can't ever fully pull into her lungs, she sees crumpled bodies. Some, still trying to push themselves up. Some, screaming in agony. A girl with long red hair in a ponytail, shielding a smaller girl, unmoving while the younger girl shoves at her and cries out her name. A young boy, scowl still twisted on his face, practically eviscerated. These people are all precious, all important.
And she can't even lift a finger to help them. She's bleeding out on the chunk of debris she'd been slammed into, feeling the blood pool beneath her and around her, and she knows, without a doubt.
She's going to die. But they-- if they fell here, Arcturus would destroy everyone and everything. If they fell here, "he" would never be able to return and if they fall here...
She's terrified. But it's too late and soon enough, even that emotion is replaced by nothing but darkness. ]